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lust. No. Lust... That need which cravenly capitalizes upon itself. Covet -- lust. Hunger -- lust. Adult -- lust. Blood -- lust. My eyes are burning red and I cannot see the forest for the bruised beautiful bloody bare branches.

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Published: Jul 5, 2013
LinesWords: 1740

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